Chapter 634: Ventilation
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
In the room, Xiaohua, who was holding a pair of scissors, sat next to Song He and gently patted the other party's body.
"Don't...don't look at me."
The latter was lying on the bed, his whole body trembling, but he still managed to smile.
His condition was very bad and he was almost half a step away from death.
His veins popped out, he was sweating like rain, and his face was red.
The tangled dragon went over the neck and reached near the chin.
Pieces of fish-like protrusions sprouted from under the skin, then broke through the skin and became embedded in the flesh.
Song He couldn't breathe.
He scratched his neck desperately, and pieces of fish scales fell off from the flesh, leaving bloody holes.
"I...I remember..."
Song He gritted his teeth and recalled carefully.
His consciousness was a little blurry, but he still remembered what Wang Jin once said.
"You're already up to your neck. I don't know what's going to happen after that... you might suffocate."
"When you are suffocating, you can do a tracheotomy on yourself, which is to make a hole in this position."
In a daze, Song He seemed to see the pale boy again.
After he said this, he also disinfected Xiaohua's scissors, as if he had already thought of this.
"…Scissors."
Song He gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to Xiaohua.
Wang Jin explained the principle of this thing to him, although Song He didn't understand it very well.
Using a sharp instrument to slit your throat...sounds really scary.
But he was still willing to give it a try.
"good."
Xiaohua didn't hesitate at all and handed over the scissors she had been holding in her hand.
Then he saw Song He aiming at his own neck with the scissors.
"He Song! You..."
Xiaohua was stunned for a moment, with disbelief written all over her face.
"Wang...Jin..."
Song He gritted his teeth.
He didn't have the energy to explain, so he could only say these few words.
But Xiaohua seemed to be soothed by the word "Wang Jin".
She didn't say anything else, she just found a small pillow and raised Song He's head.
"call…"
Song He took a deep breath.
In the past, it was impossible for him to put a knife in his neck just because of someone else's words.
But Wang Jin seemed to have some kind of magic power about him.
That feeling of having everything under control will make people believe in him involuntarily.
Phew!
Song He gritted his teeth and dropped the scissors.
He has no training and doesn't know why he does it.
Wang Jin also knew this.
If you use a knife, it may not be effective because the incision is too small.
So he helped Song He choose the tools in advance.
"hehe…"
There was a violent pumping sound, like an old bellows.
"Cough cough cough!"
Song He coughed twice and spit out blood droplets and half a scale.
"It's really effective...Wang Jin is so amazing..."
"It's like experiencing it personally..."
Song He smiled and gently rubbed Xiaohua's head.
The latter's eyes were filled with tears, and he seemed to not understand why Song He's expression softened a lot after a hole was made in his neck.
Snap, snap, snap.
The familiar knocking sound sounded, and Song He's expression suddenly became serious.
He knows what this means.
The location where the sound came from is...
The cellar in the middle of the house.
"Damn it!"
Song He cursed in a low voice.
His face, which had just softened a bit, became serious again.
——
"Have you finished what I asked you to do?"
Hong Shan reached out and patted his younger brother on the head and asked angrily.
These people are all unemployed vagrants in the town. They have never seen what will happen to the small fishing village on this day.
"Ahem, it got through. I got through it myself."
Someone in the crowd responded, and Hong Shan nodded with satisfaction.
Because of water problems, villagers dig small cellars at home.
There was a vent at the other end of the cellar, big enough for long hands to get through.
This place is easily overlooked.
Indeed, some people did this and paid a heavy price.
And before sealing up the house... Hong Shan specially sent someone to open the vent in Song He's cellar.
"Even if Wang Jin is tyrannical... he can't stop the monsters from the cellar who come to steal the house."
"If I do this, they will be finished."
Hong Shan smiled proudly and explained to his younger brothers why he did what he did.
"Boss is awesome!"
"Wuhu!"
The younger brothers cheered, and the scary atmosphere just now faded a lot.
"Is our place sealed?"
"Don't worry, I've made several layers of iron sheets. Even if the King of Heaven comes, I won't be able to get through."
Listening to his younger brother's eloquent talk, Hong Shan also had a smile on his face.
He snorted coldly, and Song Paitou's face flashed before his eyes again.
"You just hope that those two people can keep Song River."
Hong Shan snorted coldly and muttered softly.
"Old...Boss! It's not good!"
The younger brother's cry sounded, but Hong Shan didn't react.
He had already made preparations and sealed the doors and windows.
Even if these places are broken through, let in a few hands or two.
I can easily deal with the forty-odd people with just one knife.
"What are you afraid of?"
Hong Shan curled his lips and glanced at his younger brothers.
But I found that they were all trembling, and their expressions looked like they had seen a ghost.
"Oh shit…"
Hong Shan cursed in a low voice, roughly pushed his younger brother who was blocking the window, and looked over by himself.
He saw a man in a suit who was soaked all over, looking like a drowned rat in a miserable state.
That's right, it's Sun Tiezui.
Hong Shan left him outside and let him face countless monsters alone.
But Sun Tiezui didn't look sad, but rather happy.
"Do you have any magic weapon in your hand?"
Hong Shan frowned and looked at the thing in Sun Tiezui's hand.
Just a few old pieces of iron with dirt still on them.
"Huh, I'm not looking for death..."
Before Hong Shan finished speaking, the expression on his face froze.
He turned his head for a moment and looked at the younger brother who was responsible for sealing his cellar just now.
Got an affirmative answer.
Sun Tiezui opened their vents without saying a word.
And there was something placed at the door, which looked a bit like...a flashlight.
Click.
Sun Tiezui waved towards the room and then turned on the flashlight.
The beam of light shone out, making the entire courtyard as bright as day.
The next second, Sun Tiezui was overwhelmed by countless long hands who came after hearing the news.
"Fuck..."
Listening to the knocking sounds that sounded simultaneously inside and outside the house, Hong Shan's face instantly turned pale.
This chapter has been completed!